THE UNKNOWN

There was the body lying somewhere
Still wraped in some cloth
I could not touch ; not even dare
Just stood still and silent.

It pointed to some cruel crude facts
Facts known but still not realized
Pointing to salient aspects
" One who falls forgets to rise"
( howsoever we wait)

"I am no exception ", it did say
So not " I" someone whispersed.
Then the boats sailed past it
But eyes still stuck and silent

The scenario potrayed nothing mysterious
Everything as real as possible,
Perhaps too real to believe even
And then it was gone. . .

It soon turned to ashes
People returned to their homes
A new matin lay its sway
There was no change , thus everything still the same??

So it happens , "happens for a cause" they say,
I know I dont know nor will I ever
But one thing that strikes me and
takes me to the same place even after years
is your essence that was never gone;
Perhaps will never. . .

So it was gone.
So it was over, so it was gone.
But still perhaps too real to believe even.